phobetor; god of nightmares (phobetor) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-01-12 10:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bast, ~phobetor |
Cats & Dogs [Bast]
Phobetor loved New Orleans. It was one of those towns that had always had a mystique hovering around it. It was one of those cities that always had a good party going on somewhere every night. He could work his magic there, because there was always someone so superstitious about everything they couldn't sleep right. Sadly, he couldn't take all the credit.
It wasn't just New Orleans in general that had gotten the whole vibe, but it was the entire south at this point thanks to various writers and TV shows. They glamorized the supernatural and sleepy tree covered towns. This just happened to be one of the greatest hubs that he'd come by. In fact, it was the location of his second home. He wasn't home tonight, however, but out at one of old haunts. He liked the word haunt for obvious reasons.
The place was packed, as usual. There were people pouring out into the street with their drinks. It was one of the older places, and he could smell it in the way the alcohol had soaked into the wood. It was a wonder the place hadn't gone up in flames. The place looked dilapidated on the outside, ready to fall over if you so much as sneezed, but yet it still stood. They said it had been owned by a pirate back in the day, but Phobetor had never seen nor met him, so he let that notion go.
He was currently sitting at the bar, quite pleased that it wasn't game day. As much as he enjoyed younger women, he couldn't deal with their college boyfriends. They were loud, obnoxious, and fed the urge to scar everyone in the bar. As fun as that would be, the last time he'd done it, he'd gotten quite a scolding. That was something he wanted to avoid.
The glass in his hand was small and filled with an amber liquid, which he downed swiftly before turning it over and placing it back on the table. He wasn't hunting tonight, just enjoying people.